My Father has often asked the question, why do I write this
blog? The answer is invariably the same, first and foremost, I write because I want to and have an almost compulsive urge to do so. Although writing primarily for me, I feel
very privileged that other people choose to read the words. I also know that
writing the blog takes time, and it could be time that I might use to do other
things. Unlike my colleague Allan Walker (Dean of our School or Arts and Media)
who taught himself to touch type in adult life, I am more or less a 2 finger
typist. Even so I reckon I can pump out 1000 words every 20 mins, which in some
kind of applied logical progression should mean that I ought to be able to
churn out a 90,000 word thesis in just under 3 days.
As I am already living with arthritis in both hands, I am pretty
sure that a 3 day stint at typing a 90,000 word thesis would be physically impossible.
It would be also fairly impossible given that writing is a processes of
creation. And the act of creating requires one overriding element, inspiration.
How people become inspired will always be different. I don't know where the
sense of being inspired comes from. It’s a form of cognitive magic. I do know that
for me, inspiration can be triggered by a word read, something seen, a
conversation heard or initiated, or a picture viewed. It is one of the reasons
I like Twitter, and the rapid access to news and ideas such social media provides.
For others it's about sharing good ideas. Last week I became
aware of great little project involving children putting forward their
solutions to the health problems of the future – and these were some brilliantly
simple ideas generated through the innocence of childhood, and facilitated
through the Eastern Academic Health Science Network's Health and Wellbeing
Village at the Cambridge Big Weekend (see here).
For me sometimes the inspiration comes from something I feel
I should know, but don't (it's really impossible to have read everything one
should read in a life time). For example I came across this quote from Plato
last week - We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real
tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light – a thought that for me
felt both simple and profound, and when reflected upon against the context of
our political, economic and cultural turbulence, deeply important.
And that’s the thing about writing and publishing it has the power
to change beliefs, lives and ways of thinking. I have a Twitter colleague who
lives in Melbourne, Australia. I've never met him (but hope one day to do so) –
you can find him on @JermeyScrivens – he writes about how organisations can
change, what a healthy organisation culture might look like and what it can achieve
– I am inspired by both his thinking and academic writing, but equally I like it that he tells me there are 14 kangaroos in his back garden and that his ruby
red roses are on the turn.
Jeremy describes old media, (what I grew up with) as being a
single event-consumption (a letter, phone call and so on), whereas social media
is a triathlon: people are able to consume, make and share. In so doing they
create and feed an ever changing world, what the French sociologist Pierre
Bourdieu called 'habitus' – a 'somewhere' (virtual and physical) that is created
through collective social rather than individual processes. It's why, every week, I write my blog, and every day, I tweet on
social media. so maybe when my Dad next asks I can say well its habit or even its a habitus. Once again, thank you for reading these words.
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